A little village anecdote: On Saturday while we were out washing the car, I went to turn it around in the farm yard down the street so we could wash the other side, and a little old man waved me down. He asked me if I live in the yellow house. And I said yes. And he said that he was born there 76 years ago. He asked if we still have the little room out the back and I told him he really must come over and see for himself. I'm hoping he stops by soon because I'm completely intrigued and can't wait to ask him lots and lots of questions.